Poetic Inspiration
It burns within the heart beyond control,
and sears the mind with overwhelming heat,
yet finds no salve in seeking there the goal.
To soothe the pain, it must obey
the feet of memory and walk the inward road
where Paradise still sings the purest note,
and pausing there, transform the fiery load
to spirit-sound, which fills the throbbing throat.
The road is there, though hidden by the pall
of ashen leaves- once Springtime green- now long
since withered by the crippling chill of Fall.
There deep beneath still swells the primal song
with which the fire must mingle to be heard,
and with its Source unite in spoken word.
June 2, 2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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